ILT UpdateLittle Rosie was a super star at the Vet last week. She has a few plaques on her throat as a result of the ILT virus. A couple of insignificant ones on the roof of her mouth and one more substantial flapping about behind her tongue. This one is getting in the way of her breathing and her eating. I opted to have this plaque removed with forceps. if was about half the size of a little finger, fingernail. Rosie was wrapped up in a towel (so gorgeous) and had her mouth held open whilst the forceps went down, trimmed off the piece of plaque and lifted it back up for examination. It's not nice that this leaves Rosie with a bleeding throat afterwards. Rosie also got a vitamin injection to help keep her radiant. The Vet is impressed by Rosie's vitality and energy and feels that her weight of 1.2kilos is very healthy, even a bit porky. This is great news as she must be in prime (preferably prime+) condition to face the Winter ahead which treated her so miserably last year. The Vet was unable to take Rosie away to be weighed. Rosie is so particular about how she gets picked up that she won't tolerate anything other than to stand on my open palm and have my other arm circled around her - with neck extended as long as she can get it, pushing forward into the crook of my elbow. So she had to be escorted through the surgery with the Vet leading the way.
|Wrapped and ready for her throat cleaning.|
Cosmetic TestingI have to admit to a chicken kissing incident. The Vet was out of the room and Rosie was so cute wrapped in her towel. I was giving her the usual two dozen kisses on top of her head, when I noticed that I had left a big smear of pink, glittery lip balm behind. This was at the same time as I felt something stuck to my mouth and realised that as Rosie is moulting and my lips were so sticky, I had accidentally removed 4 or 5 feathers and they were stuck to my lip balm. So I'm madly trying to quickly and gently rub off lip gloss from the top of Rosie's head and at the same time pick off the feathers from my mouth - all with one thought in mind (to the Vet), "Don't come back in. Please don't come back in". When she finally did, Rosie and I were all ease and serenity, both with our best, "What? Nothing strange going on in here" look on our faces.
|Rosie - Tuesday 9th April. Relaxing on the Vet's table.|